Sarah Waiting in the Car

At the center of the world I know
We're sitting at the bar
Carols on the radio
Sarah waiting in the car
You ask me how the year has been
Truth, it's just a blur
It's so rare that I remember things
I could pretend if you prefer

You're so gentle, baby
You're so gentle, baby
You're my gentle baby

Do you still get lonesome?
Then you take me by the kitchen sink
Fist around my neck
Housemates home and everything
But no one's noticed yet
And we fight until the morning sun
Chases off the moon
And the worst of what was said and done
Is chased out of the room

You're so violent, baby
You're so violent, baby
I'm so violent, baby
I'm your violent baby
I'm so violent, baby

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